“To die, to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there's the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come…” -William Shakespeare, Hamlet.

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Dita Morgenstern's Biography

"Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same."Warsan Shire

We have a film projector?Ponders, 'How else would we watch old movies at home?'
Ah well, sitting together in the dark is a good start to anything, lots of things, richtig Schatz?Admires the view as she walks away

Flahme sprints back, her brow furrowed a little at Dita's comment. Thinking a bit she decides on a different tack.
"Yes, I am in plays, I've done all sorts of stuff but nothing currently showing. This is to nominate me, you see. But I suppose you won't know if I'm good enough to nominate at all," she thinks a moment. "Okay, how about this?"
Flahme does a tap dance, minus the taps shoes, and then throws her arms wide belts out...
"Life is a cabaret, old chum. Come to the cabarettttttt."
Flahme nods and smiles, as if convinced this would sway her coven mate. "What do ya think?"

Feeling completely shameless and bold, Flahme glues one of her badly made posters up on the door she is currently in front of then knocks.
“Hello Dita. As my coven mate, please consider nominating me for Most Promising Character (3-6 months old). I promise to come and remove this when the campaigning is done,” she smiles impishly then sprints off to put up more posters.

She may as well have hit me in the back of the head with a Louisville Slugger. 2019? How could that be? My knees felt weak, an uncomfortable feeling I wasn't accustomed to feeling. The girl held her hand out to me, introducing herself as Dita, and held out her hand. I reached to take her hand and stumbled forward in my stupor. I grabbed her shoulder instead, to steady myself; Dita seemed surprised but remarkably calm, given my reaction.

I beg your pardon Dita. I regained my senses and my balance and took her hand. Don. Don Collier, ma'am. I suppose I am pleased to meet you.

The smile I gave her was wan and I am sure my face was pale. I could feel the sweat break out on my forehead and still felt nauseous. A glance around and I saw that it must be true. This was Paris, but not the Paris I recognized. My eyes were drawn back to her face. She look concerned.

She reached into her pocket, and I started to step back, but stopped. It wasn't a threatening gesture. She pulled out a small object. At first, I thought it was a cigarette case. This was Paris, after all, and even in war austerity, people clung to the little pleasantries. Then I saw the side of the case. It was bright, as if lit up from inside and the date was blazing in white text on a black, slightly transparent background, and what appeared to be a pink pigeon in the background. It startled me. I had never seen anything like it.

The white masked figure turned to greet the Demoness, tilting up to meet her gaze from their modest stature. An exquisitely soft glove lifts placed under her hand as it extended. "A pleasure, Dita... Call me Kyon." He was told of this one by Edward, he would be sure to give her due respect. "If you have any advice for a newcomer to these grounds, I would gladly hear it."

Flahme walked the grounds for some time, taking in the gardens. It was the first beautiful thing she had seen apart from some of the people she had met. She meandered back to her room taking note of everything in the large house on her way there. Pushing her door wide she noticed a piece of paper on the ground. She bent and retrieved the note and read the words written there.
It was a welcome note from someone she was yet to meet, but her keen sense noted the fragrance about the paper. Demon, another demon had been here. She smiled looking at the note. Dita. Where had she seen something similar? Dita Von Teese, that was it. Her knowledge went no further other than to extrapolate that the Dita who wrote this note was most likely female as well. Did that matter? Not really, though she trusted men less since the…incidence.
“Thank you, Dita,” she whispered.

Her eyes were fascinating. A light green Iva had not seen before. Letting her own dark hues move to the teacup as to not stare, she lifted a shoulder in a small shrug. “Well, I guess everything. How were they acquired? How do I acquire one? Just go to the shelter and bring one home? Are they familiars?” Her head tilted, dark hair moving like a curtain down her back. “I know a cat. His name is Marbas. He is autonomous though. I don’t know if he’d like to join other animals. Perhaps I will pitch it to him.” She spoke plainly as if having a conversation with a cat about a living situation was totally common. Realizing how she sounded, she let out a laugh. “I must sound crazy. I had a piano teacher when I was growing up who had 15 cats. All in her tiny apartment in Bushwick. It was insane.” Letting out a sigh, she admitted, “They were cute though.”

“Dresden. I don’t believe I’ve been there.” She swallowed a gulp, knowing she’d been in Europe when it had been bombed during the Second World War. She’d followed her mother’s footsteps and had gone with the Red Cross to help the injured and infirm. Iva remembered hearing of the bombing in Dresden, thinking of the civilians killed. Smiling softly, Iva focused on Dita’s words. “My mother is my only living relative. But family means more than that. I am glad you have the Menagerie.” Tilting her head to the side, she sat at the edge of her seat. “Can you tell me more about the animals? I’ve been meaning to ask but I keep forgetting.”

Dita’s questions had given her pause. Swirling the last bit of tea around in her cup, she stared down at it, watching errant bits of leaves stick to the side. The tiniest smile lifted her lips- perhaps she’d get into tea reading. Smile relaxing back to neutral, she sat the cup down and looked at Dita. Readings rarely worked on herself anyway.
Her body relaxed and she nearly grinned. “New York is amazing. It is the greatest city in the world. The energy is like none other. Truly. Perhaps next time I head back, you can join me.” She chuckled softly and refilled her cup. “I’ve been called to Paris, clearly. I don’t believe in coincidences. They don’t exist.” Her tone was matter of fact, New York shining through brightly. “I’m not going to call it a permanent move. I live with my Ma. I can’t leave her. But she won’t come here, so. The cities will have split custody of me.” Iva laughed. “Tell me about Germany. Do you miss it? Is it similar to Paris? I took a train through Germany in the late 80s with some friends. I remember beer.” Her laughter continued. She’d been to Germany about 40 years prior to that, but it seemed like too heavy of a detail for tea talk.

-stares and narrows her eyes-
Nothing...yet.
-tries to spy what Dita is really up to then realises she didn't even knock before poking her head in-
Errrr, yeah, sometimes I just barge in...sorry -notsorry-

“I certainly don’t mind at all.” Her smile widens, her name sounding musical on the woman’s soft tone. Holding the porcelain mug to her lips, she blows over the rim as she listens to Dita. Allowing herself a cautionary sip, Iva confirms the tea is still to warm. Putting it on the table, she adds a bit of cream. “Traveling is exhausting in its own right. Doubly so when doing it alone.”
Stirring her tea, she continued. “I usually travel with my mother, but did come to Paris alone.” Her lips pursed slightly at the thought. “I’m from New York. I do feel a connection to the city though. It is nice to be back. How about yourself? Were your solo travels bringing you back home?”

Pouring two mugs of steaming hot tea, she hands one to Dita. A saucer with sugar cubes and a ramekin of creamer sit in the middle of the table. “Thank you. It’s an older Spanish name, meaning ‘Life’. The shortened version is Iva if you’d rather.” Her tone was slightly sympathetic. “If you don’t mind my asking, what has you out of sorts today?”

Elle heaves a dramatic sigh of relief and laughs a little.
"Trust me you should all be thankful I don't have to cook.
Her warm chocolate gaze holds the other woman's for an intense moment then Elle shakes her head and smiles again.
"I'm very well, I thank you, a little hungry so I'm about to step out for something fresh. As I said, a pleasure to meet you."

"Hello Dita, pleasure to meet you. Kitchen roster, you say, must not have seen that."
Elle is now concerned she is going to have to cook, something she is horrible at, then notices the quiet around the woman and gives her a friendly smile.
"Are you okay?"

Well. Sort of. There's only one night to go out, but the stores start selling it early.
*not that Dita cared about any of those details.
Alright, alright! I'm going, I'm going. *Dessa shakes her head and laughs as she pushed out the door*
I'll be home soon!

Ohh, yes, that's definitely a possibility *grins* And yes! What would you want to be for Halloween. Witches, Vampires, serial killers, monsters..Those are your standard costumes. But you can be whatever you want to be on Halloween.

*Dessa laughs* I think anyone who believes that sprigs of foliage can ward off witches should definitely be considered unstable. But at least now people don't really do those silly things. Instead they just wear masks and ask people for candy.

Hmm *Dessa thinks a moment* Halloween was initially meant to remember those who had passed, where, if I'm not mistaken, Walpurgisnacht was to ward off witches and evil spirits? My German folklore is a bit rusy.

Oh..you poor soul. *sits down next to Dita* Halloween is a magical day on October 31st. It's a chance for children to dress up as anything they want to be and go around to people and ask for candy! Adults still like to dress up too, but instead they hand out the candy or go to parties. Vampires are a common costume for people to dress in.

*catches a few of the gummy worms and nibbles on them*
*watches as the girl falls*
*slightly envious of how carefree she is, but also loves it and hope she never loses that*
Vampire, reallly? Very strange indeed. *grins*

You're very kind, Dita. I hope he's getting good use out of it.
*grabs a piece if paper and pencil* Now, my skills are nowhere near as good as yours, but this should get you to where you need to be *draws out directions to the nearest arts shop for her*

Wow! *Dessa laughs* That's a lot!
*listens as she somehow comes to the conlcusion that she's curse*
No, sweetie. You're not cursed. It's just money. You should go buy yourself some new art supplies. I could use a new painting for my office, if you have some time?

[Steps forward, seemingly from nowhere, and catches her before she can fall.]"Are you alright Dita?"[Sees the sketchpad on the ground and picks it up before offering it back to her.]"Sketching again, draw anything new?"

[Chuckles softly as his fingers drift lazily over her skin.]"I keep my eye on you Dita, plus I'm a lighter sleeper then you know. I can feel you getting out of bed. I have to keep you safe from the world so I am always close..."

[Stares in mute fascination as she lists off all the food she'd eaten...just yesterday.]"Dita...that's like two days, maybe three, worth of food for me."[Blinks and chuckles as he pokes her stomach.]"Where do you put it all?"

"Yes, share."[Narrows his eyes at her, still not entirely sure how he feels about her going off on her own.]"I'm not certain that I want to know how you know what can fit inside you." [Pauses for a moment.]"...I might overreact..."

[Stares at her in bewilderment as she lists off a days worth of food.]"Dita...I'm not even sure you could fit that much into you..."[Has to admit, french toast and hash browns do sound good though...]"I suppose if we split it you'll be able to fit it all in."

[Tries to fight her off.][Fails miserably thanks to the paralysis from the laughing.][Gasps for breath as she somewhat relents.][Uses that moment to turn the tide, throwing his weight to the side and rolling atop her, pinning her hands.]"You attacked me...because you are hungry?"[Laughs.]"What are you in the mood for?"

[Rolls over.][Rolls over the other way.][Opens one eye blearily to look at Dita.]"Hrm..."[Is suddenly very awake and laughing, thoroughly tying himself up in blankets as he flails.] "Dita...Stop!"[Laughs more.]

Dresden wakes from a fitful night of sleep, odd dreams had him tossing and turning for a good portion of the night but now that he's awake the memory of the dreams was quickly fading away. Looking around the room groggily he noticed something small that wasn't there when he went to sleep. Reaching out he picked up the small object and looked closer only to find that it was a human finger, the blood around it still somewhat wet. He quickly put it back where he found it and took a slightly panicked moment to check to make sure all his digits were intact. With a sigh of relief he was happy to find that he was in one piece but it left him wondering about the source of the digit.

One thing was for certain, he'd need to get rid of it before Dita saw it. It would be hard to explain, especially when he didn't know himself. Reaching to his nightstand he grabbed some tissues from a box and picked up the finger and let his shadow consume it. A few more tissues were enough to clean up the rest of the blood and those he just flushed down the toilet before sitting on his bed again and running through the possible culprits.

His eyes pierced the dirt covering her the moment she appeared in the doorway, he still couldn't see her brilliance but he knew it must be there. Something must have happened on the trip back from Hell which limited his perception, that was the only thing that made sense...the truth of things was too much to accept.

A wide range of emotions ran through him; happy, sad, afraid, love but he settled on confused. "It hasn't been that long Dita, but look at you... Knife in hand, dirty, looking like some feral beast. You've let the house fall to disrepair too. We need to remedy this, first by getting you into the shower and cleaned up. You smell like the animals you appear to have just been feeding." He nodded to the knife at that before stepping forward to grab her wrist and begin leading her to the bathroom.

Again the shadows gathered, creating the doorway through which Dresden stepped into Dita's room. Like everything else, the room was covered in dust which only confused Dresden more. It was bad enough that he couldn't see her Aura, but the state of things made it seem like no one had been in the house in ages. He'd only been gone a week giving his report but with the way things looked it seemed like it had been much longer. Walking quietly over to Dita's bed, floor creaking under his feet, he pulls back the covers and let out a cough at the wave of dust and for the first time the bite of some vaguely familiar sickeningly sweet smell reached his nose.

Under his breath he muttered, "What happened here Dita, where are you?"

The shadows outside his old door thickened, growing inky black in the faint moonlight before Dresden stepped out of the darkness. He gazed solemnly around the dilapidated building, it had fallen into some disrepair in the time that he'd been gone. He wasn't sure exactly how much time had past, only that it wasn't until now that He let Dresden return. What made things worse, when he looked around Dresden couldn't see Dita's glow. The brilliance that he'd always followed to her wasn't present. At his feet though there was a small box, dusty with the passage of time the tiny animals on the wrapping paper told him exactly who it was from. Reaching down he collected the box and slipped it into his pocket, he'd open it once he'd found his Dita again. Turning on his heel he stepped back into the shadows leaving nothing but footsteps in the dust to show that he'd been there.